I think I’ll do that tomorrow. 
It didn’t work out. Place is super romantic, over booked, “here’s your money back” etc, etc. So, marinated a London Broil in a plastic bag all day, gave her the card & chocolates here, and that’s that.
Actually, I feel badly for the people that did go:
24° F, Windy. They must be Freezing Their ASSES off…
Yes, I feel badly for you, but in that cold you wouldn’t be squirting. You’d be dropping Duraflames…
Don’t laugh…! You’ll lose another 2 pounds…
Well, go there soon and come back and tell us about the food.
Watching my Penguins beat the Canucks (a shut-out!), and seeing Sidney Crosby get his 999th point (1 more to go!) Yeah!!! 
My very sick husband is still very sick, but he did wish me a happy Valentine’s and told me (for the bajillionth time) that he loves me.
(((Hugs)))
This reminded me of Valentine’s Day, 1991 (can that really be 26 years ago? :eek: ). My husband was still on dialysis; he didn’t get the kidney transplant until the following August. I hired a women’s barbershop group called the Sweet Adelines to go to the dialysis place and sing to him while he was hooked up. They sang “Let Me Call You Sweetheart.” Talk about a captive audience! There were probably a dozen other patients there, along with the techs, and my husband’s nephrologist. To say the room went wild would be an understatement. It was one of those Great Moments, ya know?
That is what true love is. No sarcasm.
As for me, Mom and I went to Huddle House for dinner, McDonald’s for WiFi and tea, and then went to Walmart to get some milk.
Got home from work. Exchanged Valentines Day cards. Ate leftovers for dinner. Went to parent-teacher conferences and learned about our son’s misdeeds. Go home. Son injures hand in a fit of rage. Go to hospital. Get home from hospital. Go to bed.
Yeah. About like that except our call was from a bail bondsman. We didn’t take the call.
Had drinks and snacks at a reception hosted by the French Ambassador. No Ferrero Rocher was in evidence.
Did see two guys get knighted, though. Well, made Chevaliers, same-same.
Overall, a good time.
Took bus from work to library. Spent time on-line, took three books from the FREE shelf (Happy V-day!). Got McD’s coffee, walked home, had grilled cheese and tomato sammich and coffee yoghurt. TV, reading, hot tea and radio news, shower and bed.
Took the night off of work, when wife got home from daughter at dentist, told her to pack an overnight bag. Met #2 son’s 1st ever GF. Stopped at store for picnic lunch. Went to B&B and had the place to ourselves. Came home this morning in time for her to get to work.
Well, that worked out. My friends and I always go to the Silver Diner in Rockville when I visit, and the owner/chef won Chopped! Woo hoo!
Then on @midnight, the hashtag war was “My love life in five words”. They had a real-life couple who met on-line making hashtag war jokes.
She says “Pull down my Spanx, cowboy” and he is asked, can you top that? “I think I can: ‘Emily, will you marry me?’”
AAAAWWWW!